Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Hot Mess versus Cold Mess
I've often wondered why people call things all sorts of wrong a hot mess. If it were truly bad wouldn't it make sense to call something a cold mess? I mean anything is more tolerable if it's heated. Well I was able to put this theory to the test last night.
My awesome hairstylist has moved salons and is no longer a few blocks from my house. Now he works downtown and I never get to see him due to a combination of his new location, my packed work schedule, and my unwillingness to part with the money required to work on my hair. Now if you've been reading this blog at all, you know that I have a long and tangled hair history that doesn't need to be revisited. Needless to say I thought that I was managing my hair pretty well and could make it one more month before seeing my hairstylist. Then last night happened.
Last night, I was on my way home from work when I ran into a friend of mine. This friend happens to be a drag queen who lives in the neighborhood. Now last night my friend was in fine form having just had some extensive dental surgery and not bothering to put on a bra or shave. My friend also had imbibed a few drinks and was having no problem letting loose opinions. I would classify this as a cold mess. All sorts of wrong and not at all hot by any stretch of the imagination.
My friend saw me and gave me a lovely drunken hug. You know the kind. The one when the drunk person falls into you and throws their arms around you and you're not sure if it's a hug or a cry for help. After we got the greetings safely behind us and everyone supporting their own weight. My friend tells me in a nice drunk voice that I should stop by sometime to get my hair blown out and straightened. Mind you, my friend is not my hairstylist. In fact my friend makes wigs. But it does make me wonder. How bad is my hair when my friend who makes wigs offers to help me out. Am I walking around looking like a hot mess?
As I continued my walk home, I kept thinking about hot mess versus cold mess. How bad did my hair look? Was the only person to tell me the truth a drunk man dressed as a woman? Once I had convinced myself that my friend was just drunk and I was fine, I actually ran into my hairstylist. OF ALL THE NIGHTS!! We exchanged pleasantries and I made an appointment on the spot. Last night I learned to stop debating hot mess versus cold mess. A mess is a mess.
My awesome hairstylist has moved salons and is no longer a few blocks from my house. Now he works downtown and I never get to see him due to a combination of his new location, my packed work schedule, and my unwillingness to part with the money required to work on my hair. Now if you've been reading this blog at all, you know that I have a long and tangled hair history that doesn't need to be revisited. Needless to say I thought that I was managing my hair pretty well and could make it one more month before seeing my hairstylist. Then last night happened.
Last night, I was on my way home from work when I ran into a friend of mine. This friend happens to be a drag queen who lives in the neighborhood. Now last night my friend was in fine form having just had some extensive dental surgery and not bothering to put on a bra or shave. My friend also had imbibed a few drinks and was having no problem letting loose opinions. I would classify this as a cold mess. All sorts of wrong and not at all hot by any stretch of the imagination.
My friend saw me and gave me a lovely drunken hug. You know the kind. The one when the drunk person falls into you and throws their arms around you and you're not sure if it's a hug or a cry for help. After we got the greetings safely behind us and everyone supporting their own weight. My friend tells me in a nice drunk voice that I should stop by sometime to get my hair blown out and straightened. Mind you, my friend is not my hairstylist. In fact my friend makes wigs. But it does make me wonder. How bad is my hair when my friend who makes wigs offers to help me out. Am I walking around looking like a hot mess?
As I continued my walk home, I kept thinking about hot mess versus cold mess. How bad did my hair look? Was the only person to tell me the truth a drunk man dressed as a woman? Once I had convinced myself that my friend was just drunk and I was fine, I actually ran into my hairstylist. OF ALL THE NIGHTS!! We exchanged pleasantries and I made an appointment on the spot. Last night I learned to stop debating hot mess versus cold mess. A mess is a mess.
Labels: awesome hairstylists, drag queen, hair, surgery
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
We all knew that this was coming
So...I'm on the hunt for a new hairstylist.
Frankly, I knew this was coming and really so did anyone else who reads my blogs. After my first appointment, my hair wasn't straight and that is ALWAYS a bad way to start a relationship with your hairstylist. And although I was a religious every 2 week customer, I was put on the "naughty" list. I dared to cancel an appointment. Never mind it was 48 hours in advance and never mind that I tipped on every visit despite the bloated prices.
To be black in San Francisco if a bad thing when you want to get your hair professionally done.
So now I am looking for a new hair stylist. My current hairstylist has been "busy" for the past month. Essentially I've been placed on hold. I'm sure he'll be magically available in 2 weeks when he thinks I'll call again. However, even in the dearth of black hairstylists, I'm determined to find one and give them my hard earned money.
Frankly, I knew this was coming and really so did anyone else who reads my blogs. After my first appointment, my hair wasn't straight and that is ALWAYS a bad way to start a relationship with your hairstylist. And although I was a religious every 2 week customer, I was put on the "naughty" list. I dared to cancel an appointment. Never mind it was 48 hours in advance and never mind that I tipped on every visit despite the bloated prices.
To be black in San Francisco if a bad thing when you want to get your hair professionally done.
So now I am looking for a new hair stylist. My current hairstylist has been "busy" for the past month. Essentially I've been placed on hold. I'm sure he'll be magically available in 2 weeks when he thinks I'll call again. However, even in the dearth of black hairstylists, I'm determined to find one and give them my hard earned money.
Labels: hair, horrible hairstylists
Monday, October 01, 2007
Damn, Damn, Damn!
So...I went to get something done with my hair on Saturday. $140 later I am EXTREMELY ticked about the state of it. This morning I had to FLAT IRON my hair. For those of you who are not black or not familiar with what this means, let me explain.
I paid quite a bit of money for a relaxer and a haircut 2 days ago. My "relaxed" hair is more like semi-relaxed since I'm already re-straightening with a flat iron. It has been my experience that I wouldn't need to use a flat iron until at least the end of the week. However, this hair stylist used a REGULAR mixture after I told him that I needed a super mix. Some people don't believe that fat meat is greasy. Unfortunately this hair salon is closed today. However, they will hear from me tomorrow.
The cut is even worse! He gave me some "kicky" cut that only works if you have straight hair. It does not work with the hair that I have. My hair has already grown since this morning when I left the house. I look like a damned clown AND I am stuck at work.
Thankfully I only work with white people who are in awe of my ever changing hair but if I hear one more "how do you get it so full?" comment I will be forced to ask for bail money. And before anyone who knows me asks, NO I am NOT sending pictures of this haircut.
I paid quite a bit of money for a relaxer and a haircut 2 days ago. My "relaxed" hair is more like semi-relaxed since I'm already re-straightening with a flat iron. It has been my experience that I wouldn't need to use a flat iron until at least the end of the week. However, this hair stylist used a REGULAR mixture after I told him that I needed a super mix. Some people don't believe that fat meat is greasy. Unfortunately this hair salon is closed today. However, they will hear from me tomorrow.
The cut is even worse! He gave me some "kicky" cut that only works if you have straight hair. It does not work with the hair that I have. My hair has already grown since this morning when I left the house. I look like a damned clown AND I am stuck at work.
Thankfully I only work with white people who are in awe of my ever changing hair but if I hear one more "how do you get it so full?" comment I will be forced to ask for bail money. And before anyone who knows me asks, NO I am NOT sending pictures of this haircut.
Labels: bad haircuts, hair, horrible hairstylists
